Letras
You're making plans
You're staying over
You called your friends
And told them love
Is in the air
It's not the fourteenth
But you still comb your hair
Like you love me
And I complain
When you don't answer
But I
Might be your cancer
Through all my pain
What could I conquer
Fictions a construct
Who were you fond of
I'm almost there
Almost home
Pray I don't get lost
The kids
Play in the garden
And we are looking forward
We stopped looking back
Cause whatever's forward
Could be much better than what's behind
What's behind
What's behind
What's behind
What's behind
What's behind
What's behind
What's behind
So I'm shaking hands
Cause through drought and famine
You're always right there when we call
I'm no poser
But I often make it hard to love me
We'll raise a family
You'll take my hand
And tell me everything
And we are looking forward
We stopped looking back
Cause whatever's forward
Could be much better than what's behind
What's behind
What's behind
What's behind
What's behind
What's behind
What's behind
What's behind